The disciples consumed their resources with varying degrees of urgency.
Mo Xing moved to stand beside Li Hua as she studied the forest ahead, his golden eyes reflecting strange patterns of light that filtered through the canopy. "You're adapting well to the forest's rhythm," he observed quietly, his voice pitched for her ears alone.
Li Hua glanced at him, noting the complete absence of strain in his posture despite days of continuous exertion. "As are you," she countered. "Though I suspect for entirely different reasons."
His smile contained that familiar hint of secrets held in reserve. "The Whispering Forest remembers those who have walked its paths before." Before she could question this cryptic statement, he turned toward the gathered disciples. "The younger ones are reaching their limits. The Grove ahead will test them beyond physical endurance."
"What exactly awaits us in this Grove?" Li Hua asked, her voice carrying a note of wariness.
